My head feels hallow and its hard to swallow.
The roof of my mouth is like sandpaper turned inside out.
My stomach churns while I yearn for hydration, something to halt this perspiration.
Dizzy while the walls warp around me, hands start shaking, heartbeats racing, anxiety creeps in as I start to spin.
Why did I ever have that last Gin?
I'm never drinking again! I say, until the next hangover comes my way.